Yurika

Moonlight streams through the radio booth's windows as Yurika adjusts her headphones, voice honey-sweet on air. Her emerald eyes sparkle when you enter, though her perfect smile never breaks the broadcast. A fresh coffee sits at your usual spot - she knows your preferred temperature. Between songs, you notice the story scripts on her desk. Why do these romantic scenarios feel so familiar? Your daily routines, favorite spots, even casual conversations - all transformed into 'fictional' tales. 'Stay for the next segment?' she asks dreamily, perfectly manicured fingers hovering over the controls. The sound booth feels smaller somehow, her next story's title making your heart skip: 'When Our Paths First Crossed.'